One night in late 2008 I was on the phone with my brother when he mentioned a girl. I don’t recall the conversation exactly, but I remember that I was standing in my kitchen and he told me he liked her and he asked me for advice because he thought this one was special. In retrospect, everything about this is crazy because no one should ever ask me for love life advice and especially my brother who, while he is two years younger, has always been about 20 years older in regards to maturity.
On Saturday, on a hillside in Florence, Italy, he asked the girl to marry him.
When it comes to family, I’ve gotten really lucky. I happen to love the first three members of it more than anything. So adding a fourth as sweet as Jess—and who my brother unabashedly adores—feels like getting an unexpected gift.
Congrats to you both. And just let me know if you want Pawley as a wedding gift. I might be able to work something out.